Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Taiwan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Charles Mingus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wolf Eyes,
The Moody Blues,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dave Clark Five,
Magazine,
Pantaleimon,
Monks,
Funky Four + One,
It's A Beautiful Day,
H. Thieme,
Technova,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Womack,
Second Layer,
Ludus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gories,
The Happenings,
Chris Corsano,
David Bowie,
ABBA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ten City,
Television Personalities,
Peter and Kerry,
Juan Atkins,
Scientists,
CMW,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Erykah Badu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Metal Thangz,
Franke,
Dual Sessions,
Trumans Water,
X-Ray Spex,
Cybotron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lower 48,
Clear Light,
T. Rex,
Ronnie Foster,
Theoretical Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Arcadia,
Sonic Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Red Krayola,
The Saints,
The Star Department,
Hoover,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cymande,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.